As the conic colors dance in endless rotation, one cannot help but feel the tether of memories pulling thoughts like whispers in spectral waves. Each hue sings a note, resonating with echoes of the soul. Is it déjà vu, or are we simply spectrums passing through shared prisms?
Escaping the ordinary, we chase fleeting shadows cast by moments that never were. When light bends, do we trace the same arc etched in time’s dust? The cycle of seeing anew what we've always known: it's this intricate choreography that captivates.